I Shoot All Photos Through The Window Light.

I saw you suffering

Through the cracked and dirty window pane

I was ashamed that I was watching, yeah

Going through your imagination

Looking for a life you could create

And become somebody else, yeah

With another face

With another name

No more suffering

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The clouds that gathered turned to rain. The candles on your sill burned out. The weather on your face Turned to match the mood outside.

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